White Flag
Bluelighter
The morning after my second salvia trip leaves me somewhat surprised. There was no profound, subliminal meaning, no hangover, no dirty comedown. I gained nothing from the experience, but I don't regret taking that beastly rip from Z's giant, glass steamroller (appropriately named "Poppa Dukes"). I was the third of the group to take a hit. When my turn came around, I calmly took the torch to the bowl and inhaled the light, pleasant-tasting smoke. Almost immediately after I took the piece from my mouth, it felt as if thousand upon thousands of pins were very lightly puncturing my skin, not unpleasant as it sounds. Think of having a leg fall asleep, then apply that feeling to your whole body but not as viciously. I put the steamroller on the desk in my room and found a comfortable spot on the bed, across from D. I soon felt the urge to lay on my back, so I did so. I began staring at the ceiling and for some reason, I began concentrating very heavily on one of the unlit lightbulbs hanging above me. The room began to darken and hints of color swirls began showing themselves. At this point, M came into the room and closed the door behind him, blocking the light that was coming from the living room. D blurted out, "Where's the lighter?" but I didn't catch the 'er' and only heard 'light'. So I replied, "Out there." This exchange repeated itself about two more times before everyone in the room bursted out in an uncontrollable, almost maniacal fit of laughter. We couldn't stop to take even the smallest breath. I felt so free during those few moments, no restraint whatsoever! The trip began to die down at that point, so I stood up and noticed an intense hunger (the other noticed this, as well) and began making my way to the kitchen. As I stepped out of my room, I began to feel somewhat dizzy and very lightheaded, as if I had just guzzled a quart of cheap beer and fallen down a long flight of stairs, but felt nothing of it. Just a fun, 'I'm disheveled!' feeling in my mind. When I glanced at the clock in the kitchen, only ten minutes had passed since I first pressed the pipe to my lips.
In short:
Salvia is definitely a fun experience, but I refuse to pay forty dollars for a gram of the 10x. I'll only do it if someone else is offering.
In short:
Salvia is definitely a fun experience, but I refuse to pay forty dollars for a gram of the 10x. I'll only do it if someone else is offering.